It looked like my sister, Tabatha. “You can’t go swimming with that,” she said, and with a subtle nod of her head she indicated my erection. XXX My sleeping, dreaming self became vaguely aware of a spreading warmth in my pants as if I had wet myself. If it really felt like the one I had dreamt about. As if in slow motion, I saw my grasping hand slip between my sister’s creamy thighs, to the exact spot where Russell’s hand had been. Why would I have an orgasm at that feeling if it wasn’t real? “It’s okay, Andy,” she added quickly, seeing my confusion. I didn’t realise that my body was producing precum in volumes that wet my pants like a load of semen. She must like it. Not even a kiss. My Mum told her off for buying bikinis that were too skimpy. I mentally kicked myself for forgetting to put pants on this morning and wondered how I had gotten this far through the
